Noah Mitchell and The Theory of Alternate Universes √ (BoyxBoy)

13

A brief example of blowing raspberries. Also I think this sums up Noah and Elliot's relationship.

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"We're here." Elliot mumbled. He stopped dead in his tracks, and because of that I nearly bumped into him. I stopped myself before it happens.

"We're where?" I asked him, looking around the surrounding place. He didn't answer me, he just kept walking and so I followed him.

As I walk, I realized that this was the starting point of the hike. Various vehicles surrounded the area. I took note of Thomas' car, the grey BMW still on its position where we had left it.

The soft pitter-patter of my footfalls, the cricket noises, and the soft hum of the gentle breeze are the only noises that can be heard. Creating an eerie atmosphere.

Elliot was nowhere in sight, I didn't notice where he turned. So I'm just left walking quietly, hoping to God that he wasn't actually a killer, and had planned to kill me all along.

"Elliot?" I called softly, my voice fleeting. I fear that a loud noise would awaken a monster or a ghost or whatever.

I guess it was too soft that he didn't hear me. I called again.

"Yo, Curly?" I said more louder this time, I checked for movements, my eyes and ears focused for every sudden motion. None.

Just when I was about to have a full blown panic attack I heard him.

"In here." he said softly, matching my voice. I found myself smiling, his deep voice churning something in my stomach.

I walked towards the noise, but still was unsuccessful in finding him.

"Where?" I asked. My feet shuffling in the gravel floor.

His head poke out of a black impala. His curls is iredescent within the moonlight. I smiled as I walked closer to him.

"Is this Dean Winchester's car?" I asked, stroking the shiny vehicle. I hold myself back from saying the word 'baby'.

He looked at me confused. His arms sticking out of the window.

"Have you never seen Supernatural before?" I asked increduluosly. He shakes his head, the curls following his every move.

I gasped in disbelief and mask my face with one of disappointment.

"Then I guess you have never lived your life fully!"

He chuckled and shakes his head at me. "Are you going in or not?" he asked me, his eyebrows raised, his ocean eyes focused on my face.

"In." I said, going over to the passenger side. I opened the door and plop myself into the seat. I took note of the sweet smell of the car. It's very different with Thomas' car who smells like mint and pine tree.

Elliot's car smells like him, it smells like strawberry. I smiled at the thought.

"I can't believe I'm riding 'baby'!" I exclaimed, looking around the car. He just rolled his eyes at me. I don't think he understands the reference tho. Loser.

I studied 'baby' briefly, the front seat of the car is quite clean but the back looks like a disaster, I'm not going to be surprised if I see a dead anaconda in there.

Bunch of papers are scattered and clothes are entangled with each other. I whistled.

"Wow, ever heard of cleaning up?" I said, gesturing at the backseat.

He scoffed at me.

"Wow, ever heard of shutting up?" he retorted, I rolled my eyes at him and blew him a raspberry. He snorted.

"Very mature Noah." he said and my heart started hammering for no reason. Something about the way he said my name with his million dollar worth of smile is just hitting me differently.

His eyes focused on the steering wheel and he began driving.

"So where are you planning on going?" he questioned me, while backing out of the makeshift parking.

"huh?" I asked somewhat distracted. Why did I feel like that? That's a very weird feeling, one that I've never felt before. It feels like needing to take a shit but more. Weird.

"Where am I going to drop you off?" he asked, more louder. His eyes focused on the road ahead.

"Oh. Well, wherever you go." I said nonchalantly, I let my eyes wander around the car.

"What do you mean wherever I go?" he repeated, his eyebrows all scrunched up again. His eyes shifting from the road to me.

I am shuffling through the radio station, pushing every buttons I could see.

"I mean, wherever it is you plan to go, I'll come with." I said still playing with the buttons. The ac turned off, I looked at him apologetically and he just rolled his eyes and sighed. He turned it on again.

My hands accidentally slipped to the glove compartment and it opened. Nothing really interesting was in there just some cloths, cd's, a pocket knife, and a small picture. Suprisingly there isn't a single glove in there.

I took the picture and clean the dust off with my fingers. He started to protest but he immediately stopped when he realized that I already saw it and there's no use protesting anymore.

The picture is of a beautiful young girl, her chestnut hair was flowing freely down her chest, the ends of it is curling beautifully. She's wearing a sunday dress and she was smiling towards the camera.

"Is this your mom?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of the photograph. He grunted a small 'hmmm.' and I took it as a yes.

"She's very pretty." I remarked, putting the photograph inside the compartment once again. "You had her eyes." I pointed at his eyes.

He smiled slightly, then he looked at me briefly. Yep, definitely have those ocean blue eyes. I returned his smile. His focus drifting to the road again.

"So... Where are we off too?" I asked excitedly. He just shakes his head and laughs.

"You're not coming with me, okay. I'm just giving you a ride to the city." he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

I, once again blew him a raspberry, the small contained smile he had turned into a full blown smile and I'm pretty sure the butterflies in my stomach did a whole somersault inside of me.

My God, that smile.

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Hi. I just wanted to say thank you for reading this book. I appreciate it. Like really. Thank you so much.

I chose this song because Elliot smells like strawberries and Noah probably smells like cigarettes because he smokes, but he also smells like lemons. ☺

*this is also a song by Troye Sivan (a literal cinnamon bun) and is a soundtrack for Love, Simon an lgbt film.

That's all. Thank you.